In Defense of the Lowly Camel

Donald Shephard

Stuck in the sand that wind is shifting,
This jeep jalopy 's not made for lifting.
Radiator hose with duct tape splitting
Is hissing now but once was spitting.
There's bald spots too in these tired old tires
My nerves are as frayed as its shorting wires.
Seven hundred miles from Timbuktu
The gas tank's empty, no pumps in view.
A camel! A camel! My kingdom for a camel!

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